I've always heard that lyric as "Feelin' 'bout half-past dead.

(Rhymes with "tryin' to find a place where I might lay my head.")

For years, I had never considered that the "Nazareth" Robbie Robertson was writing about in the first line of that song might have been the one in Pennsylvania, where they make those guitars.

Then, in the winter of '05-'06, while making many trips back and forth between New Orleans and New Jersey along a route going right through Easton, PA, I got a collection of The Band CDs and a DVD packaged with a nice fat hardback book, and finally picked up on the connection. I still found it difficult to detour off the beaten path for a factory visit, but we made our pilgrimage to CF Martin at the beginning of our very last trip south, just as we were heading home for good.